A Natural Outburst Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I like the outburst
who can remain unblamished first?
probably no one may stand last
we are disintegrating very fast

little face with ignorance
full of crookedness and innocence
it is what we prefer and act
this is real and naked fact

what is silver or gold?
when you are hostile and cold?
what will matter most?
when you prove real host

when unmasked it looses its credence
it has in fact no relevance
it is forgone conclusion
it can't find anywhere its inclusion